Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.